There's got to be one good afternoon Undescribable magic powers can make this come true

I don't see any changes, any changes In time, there'll be no one else to follow you Only if I could see a cavalry of different voices helping hands, holding a pole, with bright white fabric

There's got to be something I can do Make a song that could make you sing with me Only then I can be as happy as unity Ride with me, take a stroll into humanity Can you see a fruitless waste of energy Efforts, in time, will be a part of history

Knock, knock, knock, knock Where have you been? Talk, talk, talk, talk All that you've been doing